Please, God. (By: Chris Hathaway)

a trail of empty promises stretching a thousand anacondas, seeking peace and happiness in a world of combat and greed. the child swarmed by flies is the unplanted seed, waiting for what’s never coming, imprisoned for life until death (finally freed). dominance and violence leave the world in ruins, we point our fingers at the deviants and criminals. yet, our actions which speak just as loud if not louder than our words seem minimal. without order, there is only animal. it’s funny, we are animals either way. please, god. help us find our way.


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